Inside skull vast as outside skull
Who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded and loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is...
We're stuck in ourSelves,And who else to be stuck in?-
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
The Wisdom of Solomon (Carl) They censor words not the things they denote:It would create less of a stir to drop a piece of shit on Grant's tombthan to write it out in white paint. Because people reco...
I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness.
You can own an elephant or a bank or power thereof but if there's no personal breast bliss all you own is a lot of dead atoms and ideas.
You too must seek the sun...
What came is gone forever every time
Moloch who entered my soul early. Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body. Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy. Moloch whom I abandon. Wake up in Moloch.. Light streaming out...
I have no other possessions of value but my soul.
You were right, I suppose, in keeping your distance. I was too intent on self-fulfillment, and rather crude about it, with all my harlequinade and conscious manipulation of your pity.
Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and...
Millions of fathers in rainMillions of mothers in painMillions of brothers in woeMillions of sisters nowhere to goMillions of daughters walk in the mudMillions of children wash in the floodA million g...
I learned a world from each / one whom I loved
The universe is mad, slightly mad.
Absolutes are Coercion.Change is absolute.
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. Who can deny? In dreams it touches the body, in thought cons...
America, the plum blossoms are falling.
Electric Networks spread fear of murder on the streets